Page 60 of Keeping Kara

She stared at him for a long moment, so long Chaos was terrified she’d decided she couldn’t do this. But as much as he wanted to be one with this woman, it would be on her terms or not at all. She needed to take her power back.

She pressed her lips together in an adorable show of determination and climbed onto the bed with him. Chaos thought she might lie down next to him, but he shouldn’t have underestimated her. She straddled his thighs and put her hands on the mattress next to his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You never have to thank me for putting your emotional well-being first,” he told her. “And if you think this is a hardship for me, it’s not,” he added. “Seeing you above me, feeling your thighs against my own, it’s sexy as all get out.”

He was barely aware of what he was saying, but relief swept through Chaos at the smile that lifted her lips.

“Can I take your shirt off?” she asked.

“You can do whatever the hell you want,” he told her, straightening his arms over his head.

Her hands brushed against his belly as she moved the material up his chest, and it was all Chaos could do to not take over. This was her show, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up. His vision was cut off momentarily as the material went over his head, but the look of pleasure on her face when the shirt was gone was worth every ounce of sexual agony he was feeling right now.

His dick was so hard it hurt. And he could feel how wet his boxers were. His cock was leaking precome as if he hadn’t jacked off in the shower this morning.

Her gaze roamed his body, and it was more than obvious she liked what she saw. Chaos had worked hard to not only get in shape, but stay that way. Night Stalkers prided themselves on being the best of the best, and that included being able to hold their own physically with the special forces men and women they ferried in and out of dangerous situations.

Her hands flattened on his chest and moved lower, then back up, brushing over his nipples with every pass.

A quiet groan escaped his lips.

She looked up and gave him a satisfied smile. “You’re hard everywhere.”

Yeah, he certainly was.

Chaos could see her nipples pressing against her bra, but he didn’t move a muscle. His mouth watered with the need to suck on the succulent globes.

The longer she sat astride him, the more she relaxed. She leaned down and licked one of his nipples, making Chaos jerk in reaction.

Then she closed her lips around the tight bud and sucked, hard.

It took every ounce of control he had not to come in his boxers.

“Kara,” he moaned.

When she lifted her head, she was smiling. “I like this.”

“Me too,” he reassured her.

She leaned forward and put her lips on his once more. Chaos wanted to roll over and plunge his cock into her body, but instead thrust his tongue into her mouth in an imitation of what he hoped they’d be doing in the not-so-distant future.

They were both panting when she lifted off him. She suddenly looked unsure.

“What is it?” Chaos asked.

“I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know how this is supposed to go, but it feels weird to have you lying under me…not participating.”

“Tell me what you need from me,” he ordered.

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

In response, she reached behind her back to undo her bra. The second the fleshy globes bounced free, another burst of precome leaked from his cock.

“Lean down here,” he ordered, keeping his gaze locked on her tits.